But you are more than welcome to a night of stolen delight with either Ginger, Sweaty, Hiss or Evel. Or indeed a sofa. Your worldly goods will be forfeit, however.
I'll soon show her the error of her ways. Probably by being too shy to talk to her. That'll show her.
It's always worked for you in the past. The number of times she's confided in me that if only the florid one in the corner had so much as looked at her, she'd have squeezed the last drop of juice out of him with any muscle he elected...
Draught Bass is good beer. Bottled is not such good news, though they do a fine, pokey barley wine. I used to drink three bottles in a pint glass as a prelude to a Friday night out. Needless to say I can remember very little of them, other than I used to regularly wake up in the gutter covered in vomit.